A Tribute to Nora Ephron

Although we’ve never chatted over a cappuccino somewhere in Manhattan or exchanged friendly banter about where you can score the best tiramisu in the West Village since she was a major foodie, I’ve always thought that Nora Ephron and I could be great friends. You know, if we actually knew each other… See, in my book she’s right up there with Jane Austen and Judy Blume as a writer who has a particularly profound influence on me—and my own work. Not only does her quick wit, ear for dialogue, cultural observations and clever turns of phrase still make me insanely… Continue reading

True Confessions of a Movie Critic

As I was enjoying a leisurely breakfast and flipping the channels this morning, I came across Hope Floats on VH-1, a Southern dramedy that stars two people I normally like a lot—Sandra Bullock and Harry Connick Jr. Unfortunately, their inherent likability didn’t quite make up for how truly bad this movie is, but I thought I’d give it another chance. After all, some movies (like Zoolander or Elizabethtown did for me) get better the more you watch them, right? But after watching all the overly dramatic acting (that’s you, Ms. Bullock), the overabundance of big, toothy smiles that’s ideally supposed… Continue reading